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  April 2020
volume 17 number 1
-table of contents-
  contributing poets
  Jonathan Beale
  Stefanie Bennett
  Jackie Chou
  Joshua Corwin
  Raymond Fenech
  Rich Follett
  Jack Henry
  James Evert Jones
  Eric Lawson
  Phoebe Marrall
  Alexis A Ogunmokun
  Alexandra Olmedo
  Ronald Peat
  E. Martin Pedersen
  Francisca Ricinski-Marienfeld
  David Scriven
  Rishan Singh
  Tim Tipton
  Kelley White
  Lynn White
  Bill Yarrow
  Omar ZahZah
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Ronald Peat
April 2020



    RH Peat, lives in California foothills of Sierra Nevada mountains,and has been published in the USA, New Zealand, India, England, Canada, and Japan. He's operated open mics, taught poetry workshops, and read his works on radio and TV.
    He’s been listed in top 100 in Writer’s Digest Annual Poetry Competition. He’s operated poetry readings - sponsored by Poets & Writers Magazine. He’s published regularly in anthologies. His published book is titled, Abyss of The Moon (LCCN # 2010909546), ans is on He’s won awards for his poems in competitions. He operates a closed workshop on the internet at Writing, with members from several countries.



Black Rooster Crows

Inside known and unknown body
they share the years,
listening to the rain.
Bent over her chrome wheelchair,
her eyes remove his hands.
“Why are you here?” she asks.
Held hands are meant to follow
in parallel motion. Touching,
their eyes tie together bone.

A continuum lances
the squeezed blue horizon; across fields
rain drifts downward, riding white light.
It’s not momentary.
Their sight reaches — ongoing.
Where their eyes meet
intimacy splashes into river’s flow,
in a moment, it's their heartbeat.

Yesterdays entwine;
coldness lifts foggy breath,
rain hangs below whitened clouds.
Passing through rumbled air,
raindrops patter pulse.
Their gaze speaks —
socks bring shoes.
In summer the umbrella
sings shaded sunlight.
In winter rattled rain
drums their umbrella-song.
Splatters laugh on puddles today;
the hour doesn’t leave time to dance.
They don't waste a breath
on buried bulbs.
They’ve learned bulbs offer
what they know from last year.

Daylight or midnight,
the black rooster crows,
when he wants to;
he doesn't need a sunset
or a sunrise.
He owns the courtyard.

copyright 2020 Ronald Peat